After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Three red-clothed archmages have caught up.

They don't know who the four people on the other side are, they must get rid of Zhao Hanyue first!

Before the fight, the red-clothed archmage drew out his sword and sneered:
"Amitabha……!"

"Your Highness, the road to the world ends, but the road to hell is far away!"

"Your Highness, please go ahead and take care!"

After saying this, the red-clothed archmage glanced at Wang Zhenghaoxuan and the other four.

There was some vigilance in his eyes, because just now they felt the two powerful sword intentions here when they were only ten feet away.

At least half the power of a great master!
But it was obvious that those three young men could not reach the realm of a half-step grand master.

Then the only possibility is the hunchback riding on the horse with a pipe in his mouth!

He didn't know which road the other party was on.

The sword intention was so powerful just now, this hunchback must be a protector of Fengyun Tower.

He wasn't worried.

Because the knives from Fengyun Tower did not come down.

It was also because of the three of them, the other two juniors were half-step masters.

And he... has almost stepped into the door of the Grand Master——

This means that he has reached the pinnacle of half-step grand master!
He can already despise almost all the half-step masters in the world!

Therefore, the eyes on his thin face slowly narrowed and looked at the hunchback with a full warning:
"Zen practices, if you are irrelevant...please step back ten feet!"

Without waiting for the hunchback to respond, he waved and gave instructions to the two red-clothed archmages beside him:
"Junior Brother Jiyuan, go and invite Her Highness the Princess!"

"Junior Brother Jiyou, go and kill His Highness's bodyguard."

"They...senior brother, I'm watching."

"Let's do it. Senior Brother Jikong will be here soon. It's time for us to go back."

The two red masters saluted with one hand, and the old monk named Jiyuan took off a stick from his back.

Another monk named Jiyou pulled out a sword from his waist.

The red-clothed mage standing half a step in front of them looked up at the sky, "Amitabha!"

"Save them!"

Master Jiyuan's stick stabbed Zhao Hanyue!

Archmage Jiyou thrust his sword towards Zhui Ming.

Amu held the knife.

Duguhan still held his sword.

Wang Zhenghaoxuan had thrown the rabbit in his left hand to a hunchback on the horse behind him——

He is Yan Tuozi who came from Linshui City!

The cigarette hunchback held the cigarette rod in his mouth, and every fold on his old face was filled with worry.

He took the rabbit, looked at the rabbit in his hand, and then at the red mage who seemed to have a high status.

He knows how powerful the red master of Zen Buddhism is.

Although the swords of Amu and Wang Zhenghaoxuan just showed a state that shocked him, they are still young after all!
Internal force is usually like the old Chinese medicine.

The older you get the deeper it becomes.

Of course, the young master who has mastered the Fu Er Zhou Tian Jue is an exception.

It's a pity that the young master's almost invincible internal strength was given to the young mistress Zhongli Ruoshui.

As for the two knives of Mushan Knife...

Mushan Sword's sword is very powerful, but the opponent is too strong. If the three swords have no effect, the opponent's long internal force can give them a fatal blow!
But he only has the skills of the second level, which is not enough in front of the red master of Zen!
What should I do?
Just when Yantuozi was thinking this, Wang Zhenghaoxuan's roar suddenly sounded in his ears:

"How big is Ani!"

He kicked off the stirrups with both feet, and rose into the sky with a knife in both hands!

"How dare you attack my sister-in-law!"

"You bald donkeys are tired of old people hanging themselves!"

"Then this young master will save you!"

Before he finished speaking, a powerful killing intent swept towards the three red-clothed archmages like a tide!

"I accept you monsters on behalf of the Buddha!"

Wang Zhenghaoxuan's people flew away and his sword rose.

The meaning of the sword is like a rainbow penetrating the sun!

The withered and yellow weeds on the ground were swept up like strong winds.

Rise up and fill the sky!
In the bitter grass that filled the sky, there was no trace of that knife!
Amu also struck out at this moment! Another knife as thick as a mountain!

Because the stick in the hands of the monk named Jiyuan was about to hit Princess Hanyue!

This is absolutely not possible!
Li Chenan's woman, is it possible for an old monk like you to stab someone?

The sword rises and the mountain falls.

This is the mountain of swords!
It’s a little different from the knife that saved Zhui’s life just now——

This falling mountain is extremely majestic!

In the eyes of Master Jiyuan, they are like countless sharp knives!

He stopped suddenly.

The old face suddenly tightened.

Those old eyes showed an extremely solemn expression.

He stared at the majestic mountain, and pointed the stick towards the mountain while stopping.

The stick flowers were lit up.

Because there are many knives on the mountain coming towards him!
"Half-step Grandmaster...!"

"Qiang Qiang Qiang...!"

The sword intention collided with the stick flower.

The flowers fade and the sword's will disappears.

The mountain of swords suddenly disappeared.

Amu took three steps forward.

Master Jiyuan took five steps back!
He had put away his stick, turned his head, and looked at Amu with his old eyes in disbelief.

Amu didn't look at him.

Amu is looking at the high sky.

He looked at it very seriously, and seemed to have forgotten that there was a fatal battle here, and there was a woman who he wanted to protect even if it cost him his life.

He suddenly said:
"Tianya..."

Before he finished speaking, Master Jiyuan suddenly raised his head.

The monk who was halfway to the peak of Grand Master also looked at the sky in surprise at this moment.

Wang Zhenghaoxuan's sword shot through the air, but it did not hit the Great Master Jiyou. He actually withdrew the sword and fell to the ground, looking towards the horizon.

Master Jiyou's sword stopped in the air and did not advance another half inch towards Zhui Ming.

Everyone looked at where Amu was looking.

Even the lonely monk and the chief mage who were fighting fiercely a hundred feet away from them stopped fighting at this moment.

The lonely monk did not wipe the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The chief mage did not take advantage of this moment to take the life of the lonely monk.

All of them are attracted by a powerful force——

It seems that someone is trying to break through!
Still breaking the Grandmaster realm!
Only by breaking through the Grand Master realm can certain special signs or resonances be triggered.

And such a situation is extremely difficult to see.

Because there are only a handful of great masters in the world of martial arts.

That is a huge opportunity, and it is also the final path that every warrior pursues!
The lonely monk took a breath of cold air, because the one who is most likely to break through the Grand Master realm is the Great Master Jixu!
His heart suddenly despaired.

Princess Hanyue...can't escape even if she has wings!
the other side.

Archmage Jixu withdrew his gaze in great shock, and his gaze fell on Amu's knife-like face!
He couldn't believe that that young man, who was about 20 years old, was already a half-step grand master, and was about to enter the ranks of a grand master!
how can that be!

In the past hundred years, the youngest master in the world to break through was Fan Taohua, followed by Yan Jidao.

As for Zhongli Ruoshui...she is an exception.

Now it seems that this record is about to be rewritten by that young man!

We must not let him successfully break through!

Master Jixu raised his sword.

Butcher knife!

Just when his sword was about to strike at Amu, Amu suddenly spoke again:

"...Mingyue...!"

The day is empty.

Where does the bright moon come from? (End of chapter)